Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Entry #22

Crisscrossing Overby James R. Tomlinson

O’Malley’s leathery hands tremble more than ever, the interference in his head keeps time, counterclockwise, with his infirm grip of the throttle. He’s awash in the blue cataracted hue of flashing chrome. He slows down, but doesn’t stop. Not now. He leans into the handle bars, his down-turned helmet deflecting the oncoming dirt.

The squad car follows, its siren blaring, flanked by paramedics.

O’Malley loves the silence. He ditched his hearing aid minutes earlier. “I’m not deaf,” he screams at his daughter. “You needn’t shout,” she yells back. “Mummy,” he whimpers, “too much mumbo-jumbo.” Then he dismisses her with the wave of his hand—a non-symbolic gesture for curbing him like a piece of broken furniture.

O’Malley’s confused; he thinks he’s on a dirt bike, on a dirt path, tearing up the earth. He has to poop.

“Actually, I’ve got two bikes, Mr. O’Malley,” the healthcare intern says after changing bedpans. “The one outside your window and another one in my parent’s garage. I’m just doing this to defray the expense of motocross racing.”

O’Malley grunts.

“You’ve got quite a grip, Mr. O’Malley.”

His forearm weakens. He believes he’s near the finish line.

“You okay?” the policeman asks.

The paramedics wheel out a stretcher.

“I didn’t make it,” he cries.

[James R. Tomlinson teaches for the Michigan Department of Corrections. His writing has appeared in the Pebble Lake Review, Glass Fire Magazine, and Foliate Oak Online. A flash fiction story will appear in NANO Fiction this fall. He keeps a journal at jrthumbprints.blogspot.com.]

Thanks for all the feedback. I'm so used to rejection letters, rejection emails, rejection, rejection, rejection. It's so nice of Jason to give us an outlet. I've read 45 entries and my personal favorites are ... oops, that's Jason's job.

Wow. Parallel worlds - real and the patient's imagination of what's happening. I don't feel sorry for him. He's in another world - the only way to escape the real one he is in. Great job on this story and conveying all that in such few words.